Warning: this post is about nursing.
Giving a baby a boob.
If this freaks you out, you probably want to check back another time.
I debated about posting these pictures on my blog. Ultimately, though, I decided to go for it. A good chunk of my life is spent in this activity. My friend, Deanna, shot some pictures of me nursing Andie as a newborn on a whim and said, "I don't know how you feel about nursing pictures. But, I figure, it's part of life." I agree. Maybe if we all grew up around more images of mothers nursing their babies, there'd be a whole lot less of swiveling heads at the mall every time I popped a boob out to feed a baby.
Okay. Off my soap box.
Joe shot these pictures of Andie and me at our river-side picnic this weekend. There is nothing sweeter than a happy, nursing baby, holding my hand and giving me a sleepy smile every now and then.
It's peaceful. Centering.
And, we all know how I said I'd never go through pregnancy again. That Andie is our last baby. Well...now, I don't know if that's true. But, in the case that it MIGHT be true, I am really, really treasuring moments like these.Sweet baby.